He enters her room with her panties on. Although covered by the cloth, I can see the depilated shell.
The edges are a white thread that runs through her waist and forms a triangle at the pubis but in the middle, where the part that covers her should be, some perverse demon of lingerie, I design a material that perfectly reveals the swollen lips of her shell.
Upstairs has nothing on. We were boys and we swam naked with our cousins ​​in the pool and from a distance they couldn’t tell us apart. Now her boobs stick out, full, defiant. At that time, we laughed at our differences with the joy of innocence. They laughed at my dick, small compared to my cousin’s, much younger in age but bigger down there, and we laughed at her, at the smooth line below the navel. This lasted very little and we quickly returned to playing distractions. If my cousins ​​were here today, far from laughing they would watch in silence with me, excited by how different my naked sister is.
Some part of my mind wonders how much the cousins ​​have grown and reminds me, with embarrassment, that down there I’m still that undeveloped child.
She thinks I’m at school, that’s why she has the door to her room open and walks around naked choosing music from her cell phone. I thought the same of her. Right now my sister’s luscious, sensual naked body should be wearing her stockings, her short school skirt and shirt, all uniform, and sitting in class. But she is here, selecting jars where she keeps her creams.
I see how she puts cream in her hands and after her, how she distributes it in circles on her shoulders and goes down from her caressing her arms. With a little more she rubs her belly and goes up, it’s inevitable, to her tits.
The scene is tremendous, powerful. She kneads her tits and squeezes them until the nipple stretches. She crushes them to her sides and squeezes again. The nipple is shiny, because of the cream, greasy. She then spreads her remains over her chest and neck and walks around the room, moving her body as if she were dancing to dry herself.
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My sister moves her hips, bends over, uses her arms to wrap around the air, turns and moves around the room filling it with her naked body.
The music is current but the sounds hit her like an ancient summoning to the demons of lust.
As if it were the surface of a lake, the movement of her tail spreads to the rest of her body, each tremor passes through her waist, through her belly and shakes her tits, a soft bounce. The almost pink color of her nipples breaks the white monotony of her perfect skin, loved by me in silence, with eyes tied to her.
She looks for clothes in the closet. She separates various garments and throws them on the bed. After a while, in front of her mirror, she begins to try them on.
It’s like classical music. She takes shorts and climbs her legs, chooses a shirt and covers her boobs with it to take it off later and try a top, with some leggings and also, with those leggings, she tries a low-cut shirt under her armpits and when she takes it off, she wears it squeezing her thighs and the edge of her waist marked by the garment, she moves her naked boobs as if offering them to the mirror and it’s a very strong moment. We both felt that she could turn anyone on.
Something does not convince her. She pulls her pantyhose down to her knees and her tiny transparent white panties strike a counterpoint to the black fabric. In the end she chooses a summer skirt with buttons on the side and top, a white lace bodice and on top of it a short shirt that leaves her belly and navel visible.
The doorbell rings and my sister’s phone starts to ring. I am afraid that I have awakened an ancient demon because of spying on my sister so much
She chooses to answer the door and disappears from my sight. She takes a long time to return and her phone rings again several times, until she runs in, still barefoot and behind her Pablo, her new boyfriend forbidden by my mom. He is wearing sports shorts and his team jersey.
She answers and he turns off the music. From the way she greets me I’m sure it’s our mother. I can’t hear everything but I hear when my sister says that she was about to go to Vicky’s house to prepare a project for school.
Pablo approaches in silence and lifts her skirt. Her legs appear and the tiny transparent white thong that she put on when she left the bathroom also appears. The white buttocks appear and Pablo’s fingers run along the striped dress, sinking the fabric between the buttocks.
“No, I’m not here yet,” I hear her say, and with her hand free from the phone, she caresses the swollen bulge in Pablo’s pants.
– If ma, sure I was to sleep of Vicky you know… -. Pablo has her by her buttocks, he joins them one to the other and separates them after her as if he were fucking her. The fabric of the thong transforms into a wrinkled thread and she keeps her hand on her jean-covered dick.
– I’ll leave you a note. A kiss ma. She cuts herself off from Pablo’s hands.
“My old lady is coming,” she announces, “you have to go now.”
– I’m with the car- She answers, the dick still bulging the shorts and she, skirt raised to the waist, wrinkled thong that barely covers the shaved pubis says I love you, kisses him quickly on the lips and hurriedly puts away in the backpack, the uniform to go to school tomorrow.
I calculate an exaggerated time to come out of hiding. I want to be sure they’re gone.
I go down the stairs, on the table there is a piece of paper next to a red fiber. Leo: -Bobo, I went to sleep with Vicky- mom says to take the chicken out of the freezer- and below, a red heart drawn in a corner of the paper.
I caress it with my finger, following the contour but the truth is that I jerk off a lot for the rest of the day with the note, squeezing my small dick and touching the name of her fake friend and my tongue, sure that I will never be able to satisfy a woman like her, by the red ink of her painted heart.
